So the vet visit went well,

and the doc told me all my baby needed was a little dose here and there until she's up and running again.

So I give her a tiny syringe of yellow yucky,

and wake up every 2 hours to feed and cuddle with her.

She started drinking from the bottle again,

and fell asleep on a full, happy belly,

but my poor little Little didn't wake up again. 

But I'm just happy I had her for what little time I did,

and based on her frequent purring and whining to be cuddled all the time,

I think she was happy about that, too.

Wish #1:

Don't get stuck in the weird yellow rut Corbin sucks me into. 

I hate to lose 10 months worth of hard work and lessons by slipping back into the lifelessness of the pretty but empty Kentucky. The one where I sleep but there's not reason to wake up anyway.

I spent ten minutes looking for her features in my face.

I don't think I found any. 

I've never wanted to call to say hi more than I do now. Hell is a lack of certain people.

I can't explain how difficult it is for me these days.

Usually my blog is a place like home, where I can tell you, whoever you are, whether readers or my diary or myself, 

what I'm going through and record how what my body or mind or soul is experiencing.

Now it's all canned laughter and

I'm afraid to show my new blog I'm unhappy. 

There's been so much, and I've recorded so little. 

I love love all these photos so much. 

I would really love a print of the last one...

And my lack of an income is making me itch.

I really hate not earning any money- 

not that I spend it often,

but I never seem to have enough to make me comfortable. 

Luckily I'm a professional internet window shopper

and depressing myself by browsing through clothes I will probably never afford 

is a favorite hobby of mine ;).

For example:

I'm feeling pretty weak in the knees now....

I think I'll go lay down.

Good night.